Worth the risk

 

Inspired by a conversation with a friend. For EB.

 

 

 

 

These are the rewards of digging in

to the things that don’t always look good.

To the damaged and blistered and sometimes rotting

broken parts of yourself.

 These are the moments that matter

when you have done all the work you have done.

When you shine like a beacon and inspire hope

in someone at the start of the road.

Tonight I heard a story

from the lips of a very dear friend.

A simple telling of things transpired

that carried the weight of the world.

With a slightly hysterical running commentary

telling both sides of the tale.

You let down the walls around yourself

and stood very boldly revealed.

We have a lot in common, you and I

and I’m so impressed at how far you have come.

You give me reason to believe that the road that I’m on

will yield such rewards for me.

In moments of desperate clinging

to hold on tightly to yourself.

You are daring to take chances 

and open yourself to hope.

I am still far too broken

to believe in any such thing.

To the point that I have retreated

into this solitary world of my own.

I watch you and smile and feel a slight rush of joy

and some sort of soothing calm.

As I walk back into the safety of my world

and to the work I still need to do.

Feeling very inspired and though I’d never admit it

seeing a glimmer of hope.

Someday and somehow I’ll believe again

that there is something worth taking a risk for.